I'm patrick/phatrick Jay Yabut
Westside of Melbourne
You know when you see things that can spark memories from the past? How a picture, a few words, a song or even a place bring back things you’ve tried so hard to forget about?
I hate it. I hate trying to pretend that im happy when i’m not, that i’m over everything and that i’ve forgotten about what happened.
It just makes me so angry seeing you acting all pretentious after what has happened. So obnoxious and ignorant.. zzz